Date: Fri, 02 Mar 2007 10:38:45 +0800
From: Larry Flint
Subject: The Troop - Part 5
The Troop - Part 5: : Weekend in Morehead (continued)
***
Willie Jacobs got into smoking pot.
He wasn't really into any harder drugs yet, but then again he was only 13.
The kids he hung around, "the stoners" they called them at school,
encouraged this behavior.
His father didn't much care, his mother didn't really pay any
attention...she pretty much stayed with them for the money. If his dad
wasn't rich, she probably would have left long ago.
Willie figured that his dad knew about his mom's infidelity, but at this
point he didn't care...she was an occasional fuck, which was all Eddie
Jacobs needed in his depressed, money driven life. If it were up to Willie,
he would have kicked her whoring ass out a long time ago.
He had smoked his first joint at ten and had instantly loved the feeling of
escape it gave. He found that he no longer cared about his non-existant
father and his slut mother. A year later he was buying it from a guy in the
school parking lot and smoking a quarter ounce all by himself per week.
With the allowance he made, the stoners had adopted him almost immediately
when he got to middle school. Now, at 13, he was purchasing well over a
full ounce a week, probably smoking a good portion of that himself. It was
the first thing he did in the morning, most times still sitting on the edge
of his bed in his fruit of the looms, and the last thing, save
masturbation, that he did before going to sleep.
He had tried other drugs, but did not care for the amped-up feeling from
cocaine. He could not see sticking himself with a needle, that was just
dumb. He figured that he was a pothead, and he was cool with that.
He was currently in his treehouse, which he was probably too old for now,
but it was a great place to get stoned and hold the occasional small
pot-party. He held the small canister in his hand, turning it over. It was
silver in color and to the passerby it would resemble a small tank of gas
for a blow torch or a small gas grill used at tailgate parties.
He had aquired the canister last night while walking home from Ryan's
place. A man had stepped out of the alley and offered it to him. He would
have told the dude to fuck off, except that this guy had said that he was
friends with his pot dealer, Terry Fredricks.
"Hey...kid." the man had said, "You're Will Jacobs, right."
Willie was stoned as hell. Ryan had had some primo shit, they had smoked
two joints.
"Yeah...what if I am?" Willie half-giggled, his eyes bloodshot, no more
than slits.
"Ok...Will..."
"Willie...I like Willie."
"Ok then, Willie..." the man said, "My names Randy...I've seen you
around...according to a mutual friend, you like to catch the occasional
buzz."
Willie had not liked where this was going, it smelled rotten. Had he not
been fucked up he wouldn't of cared whose name this man had dropped.
"And that would be....?"
"Terry....you know Terry." He said, conversing as if they were old friends.
"Terry.....?"
"You know.....Fredricks."
The man looked a bit too straight to know Terry or anyone else Willie
knew....but he was buzzed, he had to see where this was going. Maybe Terry
was in some shit that he didn't know about.
"How do you know Terry?"
"I like to catch a buzz myself every now and then."
"Don't look like the type." Willie said.
The man simply shrugged. "Neither do you, what're you, about 11?"
"13"
It seemed to Willie that he had heard Terry mention the name Randy once or
twice...but who the hell knew, it was just stoned talk.
"Ok, what do you want with me?"
"Got some new shit....not pot..."
"I smoke pot....I don't do anything harder than that." Willie said, turning
to walk away.
"That's the beauty of this shit. The buzz is LIKE pot, without the harsh
smoke." The man sounded like a salesman. "It's a gas, dude. It's harmless,
won't fuck up your lungs like pot will over time...no smell, no taste..."
ALL for just NINETEEN-NINETY FIVE! Will thought, giggling, BUT WAIT! Order
now and we'll throw in a set of steak knives ABSOLUTELY FREE!
Giggling had turned into laughter. The man looked confused.
"Sorry, dude...I caught one with a friend earlier...afraid it's still with
me." He giggled.
"It's cool." the man said, "Here...check it out."
Willie took the container. "What's it do?"
"Set it in a small room, like a bathroom or closet...or even a tent, close
the doors and windows, take off this cap and hit the little red button to
start the gas, hit it again to stop it. Takes about 20 minutes before you
start to get off."
The munchies were coming on and Willie wanted to get home and chow.
"Ok, bottom line, buddy...I wanna get home. If I wanted this, which I
don't, how much?"
"I'll turn you on the first time for free...after that it's fifty a can."
"How many times can..."
"There's about 4 good highs in this....if you don't like it, just don't
look me up for more...it's cool."
The man handed Willie a card with an address and number on it. Willie
thought it was a rip off, but he wanted to get home.
"Ok, cool. Whatever." Willie said, taking the strange container.
"Call me, dude!" the man called after him, "let me know what you think!"
"Yeah, cool." Willie had said.
When he had gotten home, he climbed the steps to the treehouse and put the
canister inside the trap door.
Now, he had it in his hands, the cap off, looking at the red button. He had
thought of calling over some friends, but he would look really lame if the
shit didn't work or it made them sick.
Curiosity finally got the better of him. He would simply try it on his own,
then share later on if it was cool.
He was sitting indian-style on the floor of the treehouse. The treehouse
was pretty weather-tight, and it wasn't a large place so Willie figured it
would work great. He sat the thing on the floor in front of him and hit the
button. A quiet hissing sound came from the unit. Willie hit it again and
it stopped.
"That works, anyway." he mumbled to himself. He hit the button again.
The dude had told him it would take 20 minutes before he would start
feeling it, so he settled in to wait, lying on the carpeted floor with his
hands behind his head.
"Willie? ...you up there son?"
Oh Christ in a sidecar! Dad! Willie thought, pissed that his little
experiment would have to end. He hit the red button.
"Yeah! ...what?!"
"Need to talk to you...can you come down?"
"What the fuck, dad? Can't it fucking wait?"
"You don't need to talk to me like that."
"Whatever...fuck you." Willie said at a normal volume.
"I heard that, young man!"
"Jesus Christ dad, why are we fucking shouting then?"
"Come down here son!"
"Eat shit and die, dad." Willie said, again at normal volume.
"OK! THAT'S IT!!"
Willie knew that his dad was now climbing the steps. It would take him
better than a full minute to get up and inside as Eddie Jacobs was afraid
of heights. Willie looked at the canister, thinking he had better hide
it. He looked at the red button.
If there is such a thing as an evil grin, young Willie Jacobs was sporting
one now.
He hit the button, then placed the container behind a box in the corner. He
could still hear the hiss, so he turned on the small space heater to block
the sound...it was a bit chilly tonight anyway.
Half a minute later, the trap door opened and Eddie climbed inside the
small enclosure.
***
John could not believe how good it felt....he also couldn't believe Aaron
had let him go first. They two officers had the boy on all fours. John was
fucking his sweet little ass while Aaron plowed his hard cock into the
boy's mouth.
"Ahhhh...Christ!" Aaron grunted, "Sweet little mouth...suck it,
boy...yeah."
Aaron was pretty sure he would not get the kid's ass tonight...he knew if
the kid kept it up with his mouth, he'd be done soon.
"Holy shit, partner...not gonna make it much longer...kid's ass is so
tight! Mmmmmmmmyeah." John grunted.
Marlin was in heaven with a fat cock stimulating his ass, plus the younger
cop's hard prick in his mouth...judging how it was getting harder by the
second, Marlin figured the dude would squirt in his mouth soon...he
couldn't wait to swallow it down. He also knew that he didn't want it to
end so soon...what would he do when the two cops had cum in him?
"Ahhhh God...Ahh God kid, yeah...oh yeah....Jesus fuck!
Ahhhhh...Ahhhhhhhhhh yeah!" John moaned as his cock spasmed, pumping
Marlin's boy-ass full. "Ahhhhhhh yeah....sooooo
gooood....aaahhhhhhhhhhhh....mmmmmmmmmmmmmyeah..."
Aaron didn't want it to end either, but he had no idea when he dragged the
kid out here that it would be this fucking good. He felt the tingle
begin...then watched as his partner busted a nut up the kid's ass.
"Ahhhh God...Ahhh God....Ahhhh my fucking God
yessssssssss...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Aaron cried as sperm flew from his
swollen cock like water from a faucet. In the glow of the headlights he
watched the kid drink, sucking like a starving boy.
"Ahhhh....Christ.....so fucking good, kid. We're gonna have to meet again
soon, ok?" Aaron said.
"Yeah..." Marlin moaned as John pulled his softening cock free of his
butthole, "Wish it could have gone on all night...still want some more."
"We'll get together soon, ok buddy? ....but right now your old man is
waiting for you at home." John said.
Marlin thought about his dad....they way he had been before the boy had
taken off...all huggy and touchy. Now he knew why.
"Yeah...get me home." The boy said, grinning.
***
Dylan was doing his best not to cry out...he could not believe how good
this felt.
He was lying face down on his bed, one leg on the floor...he couldn't have
been spread any farther if his tried. The thing he just couldn't get his
head around was that his older brother was actually between his legs
munching on his butt hole. He buried his head in the pillow and moaned,
raising his little butt to allow his brother's tongue better access.
Walt tongued his kid brother, slipping his tongue as deep as he could up
the tight hole. Hearing the kid moan into the pillow and writhe on the bed
got him so hot....he couldn't wait much longer...he had to nail the little
fucker.
Walt sucked his middle finger into his mouth, then gently circled the boy's
sweet little hairless anus.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh." Dylan moaned.
The older boy then began to gently probe with his finger, dipping in to the
first knuckle, then the second.
"Just relax, dude....mmmmm...so tight....how's that feel, buddy?"
"Feels so good, Walt." Dylan sighed.
The next time Walt pulled out, he slowly pushed back in as far as he could
go, slowly twisting and stimulating. Walt could see that Dylan's anus was
slowly dialating.
"Yeah...that's it buddy...just relax...let it happen."
The next time in, Walt's index finger joined the middle finger, pushing
them in to the first knuckle. Walt had his head close, watching, licking
around the boy's little anus, keeping him lubed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh." the boy moaned as his brother worked his hole with two
fingers.
As he pulled his finger's out, Walt spit directly onto the kid's hole, then
pushed back in again, this time to the hilt...twisting and stimulating,
pulling slowly out...this time, the kid stayed open. Walt plunged his
tongue inside the sweet fuck-hole, which dialated further. Dylan had begun
to whimper, raising his butt to meet his brother's advances.
Walt replaced his tongue with his fingers once again, dipping in deep as he
spat twice into his free hand and once onto the sweet boy-pussy before
him. He stroked his hard teenage cock, wetting it's entire length. He
stood, his finger's still inside the whimpering boy. Slowly, his fingers
exited, the kid's anus was now fully dialated. Walt placed the wet head of
his hard cock against the open hole and gently pushed it inside.
"Ahhhh...holy fuck....bigger.." Dylan sighed.
"That's my cock, buddy....you ok?"
"Yeah...gonna do it now?"
"Yeah...stay relaxed...let me know if it get's bad, ok?"
"Yeah....holy shit yeah....aahhh." Dylan sighed.
Ever so slowly, Walt began to enter the kid. Dylan tensed only once,
hissing as his anus clamped down on Walt's cock.
"Easy buddy," Walt soothed as he rubbed the kids butt cheeks with his
fingertips, "Just relax....that's it...yeah..."
The boy eventually relaxed and Walt pushed once again, watching his fat
teenage meat disappear into the stretched little pink slit. Once inside, he
pulled out a bit faster.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...so tight buddy...so fuckin' tight." Walt moaned.
The next trip in was better, he could feel the boy relaxing, he slipped
back out much faster, then back in, twice as fast as the second
time...better still.
"Jesus," Dylan moaned, "So fuckin' big, man....feels good in
there.....MMmmmmmmmmmm yeah...Does it feel good to you too?"
"Oh God, Dylan.....it's so fuckin' tight....feels so good."
The fifth time, Walt slid in to the hilt in a couple of seconds, his kid
brother moaned.
"Nice and relaxed now....gonna fuck you now, buddy....ahhhhhhhhhh." Walt
moaned as his muscular teenage ass began to rise and fall, his throbbing
cock now sliding easily in and out of his little brother.
"Ahhh...yeaaaaahhhhhh...do it to me.....yeahhhhh." Dylan moaned as he felt
the entire length of his brother's cock travel up inside him and retreat
over and over again. He felt the tingles he had earlier, but was not even
touching himself.
Walt pulled his cock completely free, the little boy-hole stayed open, he
plunged back in.
"Jesus!" Dylan hissed, trying to stay quiet.
"Fuck!" his older brother hissed, repeating the process, long-dicking the
kid.
He slammed back in, then began to hump madly, his hips slapping against the
younger boy's ass. Anyone walking by would surely know what was going on,
but neither cared at this point. Walt figured if his dad got home early and
walked by, he would simply join them. After a full 7 or 8 minutes of hard
fucking, Walt pulled out and flipped the boy, raising his skinny little
legs, taking an ankle in each hand, he carefully aimed his cock and pushed,
hitting the mark perfectly, sinking in to the hilt.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Walt moaned.
"Yeahhhhhhh." Dylan sighed at the same moment.
Raising the boy's legs higher, Walt took off again, rabbit fucking his
little brother, his firm ass almost a blur as it rose and fell rapidly. He
felt his load boiling, he knew this wouldn't last much longer.
Little Dylan took his prick in his hand and began to yank, biting his lower
lip and arching his back as dry orgasms shook his body. He could tell
something was happening with his brother, Walt was shaking badly,
attempting to hold back loud grunts, his head was tipped back over his
shoulders, his eyes were squeezed tightly shut.
"Ahhh Jesus, Dylan.....Christ...fuckin gonna squirt, dude!" Walt hissed.
"Pull it out! I wanna see!" Dylan said excitedly.
Walt slammed his cock into the boy harder than ever, then pulled out,
jacking his cock. Thick jiz rocketed from his cock, the first shot landing
near Dylan's chin, smaller shots covered the boy's chest and belly.
"Cool." Dylan sighed as he watched the first shot launch from his brother's
big dick, almost hitting him in the face....so fucking awesome! he
thought. His brother's teenage cock continued to spurt, the sticky goo
landing on his chest.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Walt sighed, sinking to his knees, panting.
"Damn, Walt...that was so cool." Dylan said, dipping his fingers in the
warm goo and placing them under his nose, sniffing. "Doesn't smell bad."
"Try some...it's really ok."
The kid stuck the fingers into his mouth, trusting his big brother
completely.
"Not bad..." he said, licking his fingers and sampling a bit more from the
puddles on his chest.
"You are so....fuckin' hot." Walt panted as his rose above his little
brother, lowering his sweaty body onto the cum-drenched younger boy. "Ill
have to squirt it in your mouth one of these nights."
Dylan grinned at the thought. Their lips met once again.
Later, they lay side by side under the covers, talking into the night.
Finally at around 3:00 AM, they slept.
Jack came in from the graveyard shift at 5:00. He always looked in on his
boys. He wasn't surprised to see them in the same bed....on the night
stand, he saw the small silver cylinder.
He smiled, closing the door quietly.
***
"I told you to get the fuck down, you spoiled little shit!"
"Yeah, why? ...what could be so important?" Willie spat back.
"It doesn't matter. I'm your FATHER, you live in MY HOUSE and you will do
what you are told!" Eddie shouted, knowing that any neighbor outside in
their yard could probably hear the exchange. He didn't care. He slammed the
trap door, maybe that would help.
"Ohhhhhhhh...your my FATHER all of a sudden, when did this happen? Why
didn't anyone tell me?"
"Jesus, you've got a smart mouth....why do you feel you have to talk to me
like this?" Eddie shouted.
Willie put his head down in his hands, he really wasn't up for this...he
had just wanted to try the new shit and pass out up here.
"Ok...ok, dad...I really don't want to do this tonight. Just tell me what I
did to piss you off this time so I can go to sleep."
"I found this in your room." Eddie said, holding Willie's favorite pipe.
"In my room!?" Willie shouted, angry all over again now, his desire for a
truce all but gone. "What the fuck were you doing in my fucking room?
Snooping around to see what you could pin on me?"
"That doesn't change that fact of what this is....don't try to push this on
me!"
"Of course I know what it is. It's my pot pipe...HELLO!! Anybody home dad?
You are just figuring out that I smoke weed NOW?" Willie said
incredulously, "That proves what kind of a father you really are."
"I don't know what you mean...."
"Where were you when I started? Back when I was ten?" Willie spat, going
for the jugular, all the times he was left home alone, forgotten, pushed
aside and ignored, coming back to him full force, like a freight
train. "It's the first thing I do when I wake up and the last thing I do
before I go to bed. I've been smoking the shit for THREE YEARS, *DAD*, and
you are just figuring it out NOW? JESUS! I keep the shit in my underwear
drawer...hell, the MAID probably knows I smoke.....Un-fucking-believable,
dad...you are a prize, dude."
He had wanted the jugular, he got it. Eddie dropped his head. He had been
kneeling when he entered, now he dropped to his ass on the trap door, the
pipe falling from his fingers. He placed his elbows on his knees, his head
in his hands. The silence drew out like a knife. Willie was almost sorry he
had spoke out....almost...this had been a long time in the making.
Eddie looked up at his son. "Ten?" he asked, his voice quavering.
"Yeah, dad." Willie said softly, "Don't worry about it, though...I'm cool
with it."
"Jesus." Eddie whispered, barely audible.
Once again that awful silence.
A drop of water hit the trap door..then another.
"Dad?"
"This is my fault...I did this to you." Eddie said quietly through gentle
sobs, "Jesus...."
"Aw geez, dad...no...." Willie threw his hands in the air, not knowing what
to say...he had never seen his father this low, let alone cry.
"Yeah, Willie...Damn, I'm awful sorry, kid...I know I have really sucked as
a dad..." Eddie sobbed, harder now.
"No, dad....it wasn't all you, ok? I made decisions..."
"But you were fucking TEN, Willie....I should have known...or maybe I did
and I didn't want to believe it or know how to approach it....fuck, I don't
know."
Eddie was crying hard now, sobbing like a baby. Willie suddenly felt
something he hadn't felt for his father in years.
Compassion.
"Geez, dad....I'm sorry, man. Come on, it's cool...please don't cry."
Willie said as he approached his father, hunkering down beside him and
placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
His father looked up at him, tears ran down his cheeks. Willie stood and
got him a kleenex from the box he used when he jacked off up here.
"Here, dad....it's cool, really. I'm sorry I said all that shit."
"No...that's ok, son. I think you needed to say it." Eddie took the tissue
and mopped his face, his tears drying up.
"Maybe...but it's ok, really..please don't cry anymore. Can I get you a
beer?"
Eddie looked up and saw his son was grinning.
"Kidding." He said.
Eddie laughed.
"Damn....I could use one!" He said, mopping his face some more, "Jack-off
tissue?" he asked, holding the tissue up.
Willie giggled and flushed. "Yeah...got me I'm afraid."
Eddie looked down and picked up the pipe off the floor, sniffing the bowl.
"I used to do a bit of this shit in college." Eddie said, he mopped his
face again "Say, this wasn't a used one, was it?" He held up the tissue
again.
"No, dad...those are in the trash."
"You got anything to put in this?" Eddie held up the pipe.
"You gotta be kidding, dad."
"No...really...just a couple of hits. Could be a laugh, don't you think?"
I really can't believe I'm doing this." Willie said as he rose.
Willie walked over by the box in the corner, reaching in, he grabbed a
ziploc baggie. He also reached down and hit the red button. The canister
had been emmiting gas for better than twenty minutes. That shit is a wash,
Willie decided.
He walked back to his dad, a walk that seemed to take an eternity. For a
second or two, the treehouse was almost a mile long.
Whoa...hold a sec...now THAT was fucking WEIRD. Willie thought. Maybe not a
complete loss after all.
"Here." Willie handed the baggie to his dad. "I had a couple of hits right
before you came up," he lied. His voice seemed to be coming from someone
else. Cool. "Just put a little in, you won't need much if you haven't had
any in a while."
"Yeah...I feel like I have kind of a contact high from your smoke...did you
do it right before I came up?"
"Yup...how does it feel?" Wille asked, curious how his old man was handling
the gas.
"I don't know...kinda disconnected."
That's it, Willie thought, That's just how I feel...kinda outta here. It's
nice. Maybe I will give that dude a call after all.
"Not at all how I remember it...."
"Huh?"
"I said it's not like I remember it."
"What isn't?"
"The buzz...Jesus!" Eddie said, laughing. Willie joined him...he couldn't
remember the last time he had laughed with his dad. It felt good.
"I think I will pass on this." Eddie said, handing the bag back to his son.
"Yeah...probably a good idea." Willie said.
The boy placed the bag back into the box, then began throwing down sleeping
bags from an overhead shelf.
"You sleep out here a lot?"
"Yeah, not usually this late in the year, but the place is heated."
"Yes..you have it pretty cozy out here tonight."
Willie smiled as he unrolled and layed out two sleeping bags. He figured
they could hang out...talk a bit. He knew he didn't want him to leave, but
he didn't understand why...it eluded him, just under the surface. He pealed
off his t-shirt and lay down.
"C'mon, pop. Hang out a while."
Eddie watched as his son slipped off his t-shirt...it was like it happened
in slow motion, the shirt sliding upward over silky-tanned skin. His son
was nice and tan, his nipples chocolate brown...tasty looking. Jesus...why
had he thought that?
"Dad?"
"Yeah, sure."
Eddie moved over to the bag his son had layed out for him.
"I got it pretty warm up here, you want me to turn it down?"
"No, it's fine, really."
"Dude, you're sweating pretty bad..."
Eddie looked down, his shirt was soaked in the armpits.
"Holy shit."
"Yeah, no kiddin'... take that fucker off and let it dry out."
Eddie sat up and unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off and tossing it
aside.
Willie watched as his dad took off his shirt. He knew his dad had
membership at a gym, but didn't know that he worked out regularly. He
noticed his muscles, shiny with sweat. The boy watched as a bead of sweat
trickled down the man's chest, down over his perfect six-pack abs. To him
this journey seemed to have taken better than five minutes.
Eddie was also watching his son, though neither noticed. They were both too
preoccupied. He was facinated with the boy's chest, watching as it rose and
fell with his breathing. Willie was laying on his back, his hands behind
his head...Eddie noticed his boy was just starting to get a bit of downy
armpit hair, not much, but a bit...he wondered what his young pits smelled
like...what it would be like to lick there. He noticed he was getting an
erection....what was worse, he discovered he didn't care. His boy rolled
over onto his belly....Eddie watched as the boy's muscles flexed and moved
during this manuver.
Both lay silent for a while. Finally, Eddie spoke.
"How are you doing...I mean...those people you hang out with...."
"Dad....."
"No, no...I'm not going to get into a "why do you hang with those
deadbeats" rant, I just want to know that you're ok...you, know, that they
treat you ok, that's all."
"Really?" Willie said, turning and resting his head on his hand. "I
mean...not to say anything more...like earlier, but sometimes..."
"I know...I guess I felt like I didn't know how to talk to you...not like
now." Eddie said, turning towards his son. "So...do they treat you ok?"
"Well, for the most part." Willie said, still looking skeptically at his
dad, "I guess they may use me a bit, cause I always have money...and stuff,
but they're not mean...and I have fun."
"Good. It's good to know that you are getting along ok....cause I care."
"You....do?" Willie said. Looking into his dad's eyes he saw the truth..he
felt his eyes begin to get a bit misty. He dropped his head, hoping the
moment would pass before his father noticed.
"Yeah...you know....I love ya, Will."
"Huh?" Willie said, looking up, his eyes filling quickly now.
"Geez Willie...you knew that, right son?" Eddie said as he watched the
tears spill down his boy's cheeks. "Aw Christ, son...I'm so sorry." Eddie
said, moving in and taking the boy in his arms. "I guess I'm not much for
telling people how I feel."
Willie wrapped his arms around his dad's neck, sobbing...not knowing until
now that he even gave a shit. "I love you too, dad." He sobbed.
"That's ok....that's ok." Eddie soothed, gently stroking the boy's hair.
Finally, the two pulled apart. Willie grinned as Eddie wiped tears from his
face with the back of his fingers.
"Want that beer now?" Willie asked, a mischivious grin on his face.
"You've really got it, too...don't you...you little shit?" His dad asked,
grinning.
"I like to keep a couple up here, just in case." Will said, walking over to
the small refrigerator. This walk seemed to take a split second. "Jesus...I
am fucked up." He said, retrieving two beers. "Head's up." he said as he
tossed one to his dad, who caught it with ease.
"Man, it's like this thing came at me in slow-motion." Eddie noted. "What
the hell were you smoking before I came up here?"
"Well," Willie said sheepishly, "I actually just set this off right before
you yelled up at me." It was a half truth, Willie decided he could live
with it. He held up the canister.
"What is that?" Eddie asked as he popped the top on his beer.
"It's some sort of gas....dude that gave it to me said he got it from
someone I know...he said to let a bit out in a small room....said it would
take about 20 minutes." He handed the small tank to his dad, who turned it
over in his hands.
"Strange....this is "the Troop's" logo.....you know, the scouts on
steroids."
"Where? I didn't see anything on it."
"Right here." Eddie said.
Sure enough, when Willie moved in closer, there was the emblem, two arms
crossed, the hands were fists.
"It's small, but it's here." Eddie continued. "What's this shit supposed to
do, did the guy tell you?"
"Said it was supposed to get me off...Man....fuckin' weird....are you
pissed?"
"I guess I should be, but for some reason I'm not...must be this shit. I
gotta admit that I like it. It's kinda like I don't care what happens next,
you know." Eddie said, setting the container down.
"Yeah...that's it exactly." Willie said as he popped his beer and lay back
down on his tummy. He took a long pull off the beer and belched.
Eddie watched his son drink, looking like the worlds smallest grownup. Man,
he's so fucking cute, he thought, then wondered again why he had thought
something like that, then decided he didn't care once again. He was also
getting hard again.
Willie turned onto his back, his tanned chest in full view again. The boy
groaned.
"We started wrestling in gym on Friday...I hate that shit...but it was a
real work out." Willie said. "My back is still stiff as a board."
Willie was actually thinking about the boys he had wrestled with, and how
much he had hated it at the time. Now, he thought back...muscles rubbing
against muscles, shiny singlets sliding against each other.
"I could rub it for you, if you want." Eddie suddenly realized he was
shaking.
"Huh?"
"Your back....I...you said it was stiff...I could..."
"Oh, right! ...yeah, that would be cool."
Willie rolled over once again and Eddie moved over his son...it was all he
could do to keep himself from laying on top of him...he had no clue why he
was feeling this way. But once again he discovered he didn't give a
fuck. He straddled his son, his crotch right above the boy's fine young
ass. He placed his hands on Willie's shoulders...he couldn't believe how
soft the boy was, he began moving downward, praying he'd be able to stop
when he reached his son's ass.
"MMMmmmmm...that's good, pop." Willie said absently.
He was still thinking about wrestling...about how he had this kid, who was
much tougher than him, on his back. This guy rolled him off and was trying
to pin him...he remembered gripping the kid's ass, trying to roll him
off...he remembered how his muscles looked through the shiny fabric...how
silky-soft he felt.
Eddies cock was a steel rod, aching to get out of his pants. He was working
his hands down his son's soft muscular back. He saw the band of the boy's
white cotton briefs just above his jeans. His hands slipped to the boy's
sides as if they had minds of their own, moving down, so soft. As they
approached the boy's beltline, the kid raised up....they slipped under onto
the boy's soft belly and downward...to the button, working it open
expertly, then finding the fly and pulling it down...then back to the side,
gripping the boy's jeans at the beltline and pulling.
Willie realized his dad was taking off his pants, feeling them slip over
his rump, then down his legs and off. He also knew that he was hard...hard
as stone...and that twenty minutes ago he could have easily pushed his dad
down the ladder, but not now....now he couldn't wait to see what he did
next.
Eddie was crazed. He couldn't figure out why he couldn't stop himself, yet
during the short time this thought crossed his mind, his lust doubled,
tripled. He watched as his hands reached for the soft cotton-clad mounds of
flesh that were his only son's sweet ass.
His hands found their target, squeezing the perfect globes hard, kneeding
the soft, young flesh.
"Jesus." Eddie whispered, realizing he was feeling up his son but unable to
do anything to stop himself.
"MMMmmmm...that's great, dad." Willie said in the same tone as if he were
still getting just a back rub.
Eddie's hands worked the kid's ass, eventually moving towards the
center. When the man's right hand finally came in contact with the kid's
butt crack, Eddie whimpered out loud. His face slowly moved in...he could
smell the fresh cotton at about a foot away....a few inches to go...musky
boy smells assaulted his nose. He buried his face in Willie's undies,
whimpering, mouthing the clean cotton and the spongy flesh beneith. His
hands found their way to the boy's side, grasping the elastic waistband and
pulling down. The kid raised up and allowed the man to strip him naked.
Willie was so totally fucked up. He felt completely disconnected, yet at
the same time it was like everything his father did was amplified
ten-fold. His dad's hands on his butt, as weird as that was, felt better
than any of the hundreds of blow-jobs he was given by some fucked-up bitch
at parties he had attended....and his dad had not even touched his
cock....yet. He felt Eddie tugging at his undies and raised up to allow him
to take them off. He felt his dad's warm hands begin to rub his now naked
ass...it was so intense. He began to spread his legs.
Eddie watched, his lips brushing and kissing the boy's butt as he began to
spread, wider...wider. The man gazed in wonder at his son's perfect,
hairless balls....and what he knew he wanted right now, even though he had
never done anything remotely like this.....the kid's asshole.
Willie felt his dad start to lick him, starting at the top of his crack,
working downward...it was electric. He heard someone groaning and babling
nonsense, then discovered it was him.
Cool.
"Ahhhhh Jesus, pop.....fuck...feels fuckin' good...yeeeeaaaahhhhhhh, my GOD
yeahhh."
Eddie attacked his son's asshole, loving the taste and the sensation of the
tight little muscle on his tongue as it spasmed again and again. This was
so much better than pussy. His son moaned while he worked, it was like
sweet music to Eddie's ears. He worked his way down, licking between the
boy's legs, finally sucking the kid's nuts into his mouth.
Willie grinned. His old man was licking his fucking nads, and damn it felt
so fucking good! Willie raised his ass, leaving his head down hoping Eddie
would take his cock next, he wasn't disappointed.
Eddie pulled the boy's rock hard cock back between his legs. The man saw
that the boy had a respectable almost-6-incher...not bad for a
13-year-old. He sucked it into his mouth like a pro, although he'd never
sucked a dick in his life.
Willie felt his old man pull his young cock almost painfully backward
between his legs, for an instant, he felt Eddies warm breath caress it
before the silky wet warmth enveloped it.
"Ahhhhhh yeahhhhh...suck it, pop.....suck it." he moaned. It felt so good
he thought he might cry tears of joy.
Eddie stopped long enough to wet a finger, then sucked the delicious
boy-meat back into his mouth as he began to probe the boy's ass with the
wet finger. Willie welcomed the advances, pushing his hot young ass upward,
moaning, forcing his dad's finger farther inside him.
"Jesus, dad...you're gonna fuck me...aren't you? Huh?....." The boy moaned,
realizing that was exactly what he wanted...wanted it more than anything in
his life. He pushed up with his ass as he moaned, "Fuck me, dad...oh
pleeeeease...fuck me, man."
Eddie rudely shoved a second finger up his boy's asshole.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!! Yeahhhhhh!!" The boy cried as he pushed up with his butt
once again...he couldn't get enough...just couldn't FUCKING get enough!!
Eddie fumbled with his belt. Using his free hand, he dropped his pants and
underwear. His aching cock was finally free.
Willie looked back, watching as his father removed his pants, his eyes wide
as Eddie's big man-cock sprang free of his underwear, bobbing in front of
him. The boy was completely unaware that he was salivating, drool ran from
his mouth and dripped from his chin.
Eddie grinned, realizing that the boy wanted to slobber on his huge
cock...too bad, he thought, it's going up his fucking asshole.
With his fingers still inside the boy, the man spat into his free hand,
rubbing it along the length of his fat prick.
"Ohhhh Jesus, kid....I don't know why we are doing this...but I just HAVE
to, ya know?" Eddie said.
"Yeah, dad...I know....please....please." Willie pleaded.
Eddie knelt.
He moved in between his young son's legs as he continued to move and twist
his fingers. He moved in close, then pulled his fingers free, immediately
replacing them with his cock, shoving it in to the hilt.
Willie cried out, not knowing which was more prevelant, the pleasure or the
pain.
Eddie Jacobs began to fuck his 13 year old son. Every sensation, every
sight and every sound seemed to be multiplied 10-fold. The feel of his cock
gliding in and out of his boy, the sound of his hips slapping against
Willie's beautiful little butt. The sound of his boy begging, pleading for
him to nail him harder, faster. Eddie bent forward, fucking harder,
reaching under with his hands, rubbing the boy's smooth, muscular chest,
pinching and twisting his hard little nipples. He knew he could have cum
any time he wanted...he was so turned on, but yet had complete control,
dancing on the edge of his orgasm the entire time. His cock oozed precum,
lubing Willie's tight hole as they coupled.
After about ten minutes of this, Eddies strokes became weary, he began to
slow. He pulled out.
"Nooo." Willie sighed.
"Here," Eddie said as he lay down on his back, aiming his prick upward.
Willie got the picture right way, stradling his dad. He rudely impaled
himself on the thick rod, then began to ride.
"Ahhhhhhhh.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" he moaned as he
bucked wildly.
Eddie's hands were on the boy's chest, twisting and stimulating his
nipples, which were quickly turning an angry red.
"Ahhhh shit...ride my cock, boy...ride daddy's fucking cock....tight little
ass....ahhhhh..." Eddie cried.
The control Eddie felt at first was now quickly ebbing away as he watched
his son ram his ass down over and over, his lithe young body soaked with
sweat, he knew that he would soon have to cum.
Another 10 minutes passed, Eddie decided it was time to change once again.
"Hold on there, big guy," He said to Willie, who began to slow. "Lay down
on your back...."
Willie dutifully climbed off his dad and lay down.
"...yeah, that's it....legs in the air....my God son, you are so fucking
beautiful." Eddie said as he moved between the boy's legs, taking him by
the ankles.
Man and boy groaned as Eddie's cock slipped inside easily. Wille wrapped
his smooth legs around his father's ass as they fucked on and on. At one
point, Eddie stuck out his tongue, pointing it straight out, rigid. Willie
leaned up, taking it into his mouth, sucking it up and down a few times
before finally clamping his open mouth over his dad's.
Father and son grunted and moaned as their faces became shiny with saliva,
their tongues swirled around each other, wet smacking-kissing sounds echoed
in the small room, as well as the grunts and groan of pleasure as Eddie
fucked his only child. Well over five minutes later, their lips finally
parted. Eddie began slowing his strokes.
"Damn, son....I would love to fuck you all night.." he said softly, "...but
I gotta cum soon......bet you wanna cum, too huh?"
Willie grinned. "Yeahhhhh...got too...don't want it to end though...guess
we can do it more in the morning, huh?"
Eddie kissed the boy on the nose. "That's my boy." he whispered, pulling
his dick free.
Reaching under the kid, Eddie rolled onto his back, pulling his son on top
of him. Willie started to grind his hard cock into his father's.
"Mmmmmmmmmm...yeah, boy...ahhh...that's it...." Eddie groaned as he began
to feel the kid up. "...let's cum together.....mmmmmmmmm."
"Yeah.....cum....gotta cum..." the boy grunted, lengthening his strokes.
"HEY WILL! ....YOU UP THERE?" A young male voice floated up.
"Jesus!" Willie hissed, "It's Brandon!"
"Easy...it's ok...put your pants on...just your pants...don't answer him
yet."
"But what'll we...." Willie started, his face pale.
"We're just out here having a....little smoke and tossing...back a couple
of beers....what's Brandon like?" Eddie panted.
Willie was struggling into his jeans, his father was calmly putting in one
leg at a time and having no trouble. Willie looked at his dad and noticed
he was grinning. Eddie picked up the canister and looked at his son, his
eyes twinkling.
"No way...." Willie hissed.
Eddie just grinned.
Still Willie wondered what it would be like.....
He thought back, back to the time he had first met his friend. They had
been at a party. Willie was sitting up, his back against the headboard of a
large bed in the bedroom of an older friend. The girl, she was probably
around 16 or so, had taken off his pants and was busily sucking his
cock...he was majorly fucked up and knew he would cum soon, he groaned as a
fresh wave of pleasure hit his cock. Suddenly, he heard moaning beside him,
he looked and there was Brandon in a similar situation on the other side of
the bed. "Christ, she's good." He sighed, grinning at Willie. "Yeah...she's
fuckin' good too." He had answered, looking down at the girl's bobbing
head. Willie noticed that Brandon was watching him get sucked...he didn't
realize it at the time, but it turned him on even more. He looked down at
Brandon, watching the 14 girl year old go up and down on his fat, curved
young cock. "Gettin' close?" he had asked. "Yeah....Christ....yeah." He had
moaned in reply. "Fuckkk...me tooo, Ahhhhh baby yeaahhh...suck it!" Brandon
moaned. The two had cum together. They had been good friends ever since.
His dad had already triggered the canister, waving the gas around the small
room. He finally hid the thing behind the box, along with their underwear.
"C'mon Will, I know you're up there, dude!"
"Call him up, man." Eddie said, still grinning.
Willie hesitated, standing with his hands on his hips, unable to believe
the course of the last hour and the direction it was turning now. What the
fuck, life is short. "Yeah, we're up here, dude!" he shouted down.
"Who's we?" Brandon said as he climbed the stairs.
"Just me and a buddy...you don't really know him...he's cool though."
Eddie grinned again.
Brandon opened the trap, a grin on his face. He was halfway in before he
saw Eddie, shirtless in their little smoke shack.
His grin faded.
"Hey." He said shyly in a tone that said an adult was in his presence.
"Hey...Brandon, right?" Eddie said.
"Yeah..that's right." He said, giving Willie a
'Hey-What-The-Fuck-Is-This-Shit?' glance.
"Will and I are just up here throwing back a couple of beers...having a
little smoke."
"Seriously?" the kid said, glancing at the two back and forth.
The kids face was so comical, so innocent that Eddie had to bite back a
laugh. He looked the boy up and down. What a fuckin' cutie, he thought. He
had light brown hair, beautiful brown eyes and a stocky, muscular young
frame. Eddie couldn't wait to get his clothes off. He glanced at his watch,
thinking about how long it took for the shit to work on him...estimating
when they could get started.
"Wanna beer?" Willie asked.
Brandon glanced at Eddie once again, still feeling like he had walked in at
the middle of the movie. Willie found his beer on the floor and took a
large pull off it, belching loudly afterward.
"Jesus...such a kid." Eddie said, shaking his head and taking a pull off
his own beer.
Willie reached down in the box, grabbing his baggie and pipe.
"Here, you should catch up a bit...we're so fucked up, right pop?"
"Wait a sec," Brandon said, his shyness ebbing away, "You mean to tell me
you are up here with your fucking dad...?" The boy glanced at Eddie,
"...sorry..I..."
"No...no, that's cool." Eddie said, taking another drink. Drinking beer
with this gas made it all the more strange, but he didn't feel any less
horny.
"...anyway, your fucking SMOKING with him...I mean, no offense
Mr. Jacobs...."
"Eddie, please."
"...ok, EDDIE...but Willie hates your ass!"
Eddie looked at his son, looking into his eyes. "That true, son?"
"I guess I thought it was...well...before tonight anyway. Sorry pop."
"That's ok, buddy."
"It's really ok, Bran," Willie explained, "You see, dad came up here
because he found my pipe in my room. We ended up talking a bit and having a
couple of beers...then dad told me he used to smoke a bit back in his
college days, so we got a buzz. Here, catch." Willie tossed his friend a
beer.
Brandon popped the beer and tipped it, downing half of it right away. He
looked at the two and grinned, shaking his head.
"Whatever." he said, "I needa buzz."
***
The Troop building was dark. Little Timmy looked up and saw that there was
still a light burning in doc's office, so everything was cool.
However it was kinda strange that Roy had called him in.
His personal cell phone had rang just as he was getting into bed. Roy had
said there was a problem and that doc needed him.
"Why isn't the doc calling himself?" Timmy had asked.
Roy explained that the doc was dealing with the problem...he couldn't go
into details.
Timmy had gone to his father, telling him that the doc needed him down at
HQ. His father was cool with all Troop activities and didn't give it a
thought. Timmy had got on his moped and left right away.
The building would be locked down at this hour. The boy slid his keycard
down the slot.
"Voice verification please." A computerized female voice said.
"Timothy Pratt." Timmy spoke clearly.
"Confirmed. Good evening Mr. Pratt." The computer said again as the heavy
glass door slid aside.
Timmy walked up to the receptionist's desk. No one was here except Doc and
Roy and maybe a few security people.
"Hey Timmy....how's it going?"
Timmy looked to see Roy walking towards him.
"I got here as fast as I could...what's going on? Is Doc ok?"
"Yeah..he's fine....he's with Cameron in his office..."
"There's a problem with Cameron?" Timmy asked, getting impatient now.
"Well...no...they're just...well, you know."
"If the doc's just having sex....then what the fuck? Why did you call me
down here?"
"Yeah....about that, dude..." Roy stammered.
Timmy was a very bright boy for his age, which was how he had managed to
land such responsibilities at the Troop....it took him only a few seconds
as he watched the older boy struggle for words.
"Jesus...you gotta be fucking kidding me! Damn, Roy...you gotta give it
up. The flirting was ok...my old man would be pissed...not to mention the
doc." Timmy said, scowling that he had been summoned out of bed by a horny
teenager. "Where's Duncan?"
"...geez...you're not gonna tell doc, are you?"
"No...but damn, Roy..."
"I....I just thought, well...maybe you'd wanna try some of this..." He held
up the small canister. "I.....geez, I'm sorry, Tim."
Tim looked at the silver object in the older boy's hand. He knew what it
was right away...a cylinder of P3. He had often thought of giving it a
shot, just to see what it felt like.
"Well..." Timmy said, "That's ok....it's just that I thought you were just
kidding around...you know, flirting with me and all..."
"I was, really...but I am also just a bit curious..." Roy stammered,
"...and I really do like you. I just thought we could get something to
drink and talk...maybe be friends."
Timmy smiled at this. Roy returned it, feeling that he was making headway,
he continued on.
"We could maybe go up to my place," He said, pointing up, "We can forget
about this stuff...and I am sorry." He held up the canister.
"Won't Duncan be pissed?"
"Nah, we've had other guys up there....and he's hanging with his dad
tonight....and I'm bored."
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to have a soda...I have to call my dad though and
tell him everything's cool here."
"Sure!" Roy said, brightening instantly.
As the two headed for the elevator, Timmy pulled his cell phone out of his
pocket and hit the speed dial button for his dad. Roy heard only his half
of the conversation "Hey dad....no, everything's cool here...." Timmy said,
then listened as his father talked. 'Yeah, doc's still here, I'm gonna chat
with him for a bit. No, that's ok, Doc'll bring me home....no,
really...I'll explain later....bye...yeah, you too."
"Ya know," Roy said after Timmy closed his phone, "We could take a swim."
The boy looked up at the teenager. Roy was grinning.
"Yeah...you'd like that, wouldn't you." Timmy said, returning the older
boy's smile. "I think that's a great idea, though, but before you get your
hopes up, remember that there are swim suits in the locker room."
The two turned away from the elevator and headed for the pool.
Roy was still grinning. He knew that he probably couldn't talk the boy into
swimming naked, but he would get to SEE him naked when he put his swim suit
on.
Roy's hope grew when the little boy bypassed the locker room and headed
straight for the pool, pulling his shirt off as he went.
"Are we gonna swim naked?" the teenager asked hopefully.
"Well, you can if you want...I'm gonna swim in my undies." Timmy said as he
kicked off his shoes.
Roy pulled his shirt over his head. "Not me, dude...I'm going naked."
Roy watched as Timmy slipped off his pants. The boy was wearing briefs,
which didn't surprise him much. He was delighted to see that they were
white. He knew that once they were wet that they wouldn't leave much to the
imagination. The teenager slipped off his pants and boxers at the same
time. When the air hit his balls he began to harden right away. He tried to
hold it back, but then decided he didn't care.
Timmy looked at Roy's naked body, giggling when he saw that the teenager's
dick was starting to stand straight out.
"What?" said Roy, grinning, absently reaching down and slapping his hard
dick from side to side with his hand. This caused Timmy to double over with
laughter.
"What's so funny?" Roy said, slipping his hardon through his legs and
holding it there so only his pubes were visable. Timmy damn near busted a
gut at this.
Roy then took off at a run, his hardon flopping as he leaped into the pool,
diving right under.
His hardon disapeared almost instantly..he hit the surface of the water
with a scream.
"Jesus!" he cried.
"What, is it cold?" Timmy asked.
"No, man....it's great!"
"Like hell." Timmy walked to the edge and started to lower his foot to the
water.
"Oh, you big baby...I' ain't lying...the water's great, get in here!"
Timmy stopped, not wanting to look like a puss. He backed off a bit, then
lept into the water with a splash. He too came up with a scream.
"Oh, you lying sack of shit! ...it's fucking FREEZING!"
Roy roared with laughter. "Don't worry, you get used to it quick." he said,
and splashed the boy.
Timmy began to return the assault...soon the cold water was forgotten as
the two splashed and played. At one point, Roy picked up the young boy and
put him on his shoulders, then the boy would rise shakily to a standing
position and leap into the water. Roy couldn't help but notice how soft the
slippery-wet boy was, and how warm. He also notice that he could see almost
everything he wanted, with the exception of his little dick, which was
hidden by the double laters of fabric in the front of his underwear. His
tight little ass showed through nicely, and Roy suddenly remembered how
horny he was. He swan to the edge of the pool and hoisted himself out,
sitting with his feet dangling in the water. The little boy joined him.
"We finished?" He breathed.
"Nah, just takin' a breather." Roy answered.
They were silent for a few moments.
"You like it here...I mean, you like the Troop?" Timmy asked.
"Yeah...I love it here, kid. I love the Doc...I mean, it's so free here."
Roy said, smiling, "I mean, could I swim naked at a Boy Scout headquarters,
or at the Y?"
"I guess not."
"Of course not...and there are other reasons I like it. There's Duncan for
one....plus hundreds more."
Timmy grinned. "You and Duncan...you...uhh...do it?"
"You mean sex?"
Timmy flushed.
"Yeah, kid...we do it. It's so awesome...hard to explain." Roy
answered. "You like it here?"
"Shit yeah...this place is the best thing that has ever happened to me."
Timmy said, smiling.
"Cool." Roy said, "The Doc is the best."
"No doubt."
Roy smiled, looking into Timmy twinkling eyes. He placed his hand on the
younger boy's back. He was so soft, and he didn't seem to mind the
touch. Timmy smiled. Roy began to move his hand back and forth across the
boy's back.
Once again silence prevailed for longer than a minute, Roy increased the
length of his strokes, rubbing the boy's back from his shoulder blades down
to his lower back.
"That feels nice." Timmy said softly. He was looking straight ahead, then
he glanced quickly up at Roy and grinned, then flushing red, he looked back
down again quickly.
"Cool...I'll give you a real shoulder rub. Stay put." Roy said.
Roy raised up. Timmy noticed the teenager's cock was rock hard and he knew
he really shouldn't be encouraging him, but what would be the harm in a
back rub?
Roy sat down again, placing his spread legs on either side of the boy.
Timmy felt the teenager's strong hands grip his shoulders and begin to
rub. It felt great...the boy closed his eyes, relaxing completely.
"Geez...that feels great." Timmy said softly.
"I'm glad you like it." Roy said.
Feeling the boy's soft flesh beneith his hands, Roy thought he just might
explode. He kneeded his soft shoulders, then moved down the kid's back once
again. He could tell Timmy was getting into it as he was rewarded with
gentle sighs from time to time, but he could still feel the tension as
well. He moved up a bit closer. His hard teenage cock was now touching the
kid's back...he bit back a moan and continued to rub, moving down the boy's
arms and back up again. Finally, he got a bit more nerve and moved his
hands over the kid's shoulders and onto his firm young chest. He felt the
boy shudder and heard him sigh as he began to gently feel up his chest.
Timmy was about to protest when he felt Roy's hands come over his
shoulders, but when the teenager started rubbing his chest he couldn't say
anything...it felt so good. He felt his young cock begin to harden. He felt
Roy slide up even closer still until his chest was touching Timmy's back,
then he felt his warm breath on his neck.
Roy couldn't stand it anymore, he had to move in. Lowering his head, he
moved toward the boy's neck as his fingertips swirled around the kid's
nipples. His lips finally contacted flesh, kissing, mouthing. He felt the
kid shudder in pleasure. He moved one hand off the boy, reaching down to
where he knew he had hidden the little inhaler. He grasped it in his hand.
"You ok?" He whispered.
"Yeah.....we really shouldn't..." Timmy whispered, but did not try to stop
the older boy's advances.
"You need to relax a bit...you need to let go." Roy said between kisses,
bringing the silver inhaler up so Timmy could see, moving it toward the
boy's mouth. "This will help...trust me, I would never hurt you, man."
Timmy was a bit freaked out to see the inhaler....then he figured, what the
hell...he was planning on trying the shit sometime anyway, plus he was too
curious to turn back now...he needed to see what happened next. He watched
as the inhaler came closer to his mouth, and when it was close enough, he
took it in.
Roy watched as the boy closed his sweet lips around the device.
"Yeah, that's it baby." he said and hit the trigger. "Breath in and hold it
a few seconds."
The boy did as he was told.
"Great...let's do one more....yeah, atta boy." Roy whispered as he brought
the device to his own mouth and took two shots before tossing it aside.
Roy hadn't taken any of the stuff for a few days now, wanting to prove to
himself that he truly had an open mind and was no longer influnced by the
stuff. Now, he took more simply for the performance enhancement that it
offered. He pulled the boy into his arms, his hard cock now pressed between
his belly and Timmy's lower back...it was so fucking hot he could hardly
stand it.
He continued to kiss and feel the boy up, purposely staying away from his
little prick, wanting to delay that moment until the boy began to feel the
formula at work.
Timmy relaxed in the stong arms of his friend, waiting for the strange mist
to take effect.
***
This was the weirdest buzz that Brandon had ever caught.
He had only been here a bit longer than 20 minutes and had only had 1 beer
and 3 or 4 hits of some mediocre weed, but he was definately buzzing. He
couldn't figure it out, when he spoke, it was like someone else was
talking. Willie and his old man were moving around the small room, sometime
he could hardly see them move they were so quick, other times it was like
hitting the slo-mo on a DVD.
"Dude, is this some different weed?" Brandon asked Willie.
"Yeah...you like it?" Willie lied.
"Not sure...it's kinda bizarre."
"You'll get used to it after a bit...as a matter of fact," Willie said,
winking at his dad, "You'll probably really get into it....I know I did."
Eddie moved in close to his son. "I wanna see 'em naked." He whispered.
"We gotta kinda ease into it, ya goofball!"
"Ease into what?" Brandon asked.
"Getting you out of your pants, dude." Willie answered without thinking.
Brandon giggled, then appeared to think about it, but didn't appear
alarmed.
"We didn't have to ease into it with you...I just took 'em right off."
Eddie said.
"You had your kid's pants off?" Brandon said. He still did not appear
alarmed, just curious.
Eddie sat down beside the kid.
"Yeah...I was fuckin' his asshole pretty good when you showed up...I'm
surprised you didn't hear us."
Brandon pondered this as Will sat down on the other side of him.
"You let your dad fuck your ass?"
"Yeah...felt good, man."
Brandon felt something on his leg, looking down, he discovered it was
Eddie's hand, rubbing his inner thigh. He also discovered he was getting
hard. He didn't make a move to get away from the man, which was totally
unlike him, but he also didn't give a shit. This felt like total freedom,
like it didn't matter what happens.
"We figured," Eddie said as his hand moved up onto the boy's stiff cock,
"that we'd get you out of your clothes and take turns fucking YOU."
"Re....really?" He stammered. He looked over at Willie only to discover the
boy was naked, slowly stroking his curved young cock. "Holy shit,
bud...you're fuckin' naked....damn."
Willie reached down and grabbed the other boy's shirt, pulling up. Brandon
grinned up at his friend, not sure what to do. He thought, "what the fuck?"
and raised his arms, allowing his friend to remove his shirt. Willie's dad
immediately began to feel him up, rubbing a hand across his smooth tanned
chest. Christ, it felt so good.
"Damn, your a good lookin' boy, Brandon." he said.
Things began to happen fast. Eddie lowered his head, taking the boy's right
nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh." Brandon moaned, his sweet brown eyes closed as Eddie
licked and nipped at his chest.
Looking down, he saw his best friend tugging at his beltline, working his
pants open. His lust doubled in an instant.
"Yeah....Jesus...yeah." He sighed, raising up to allow his friend to
completely remove his pants and underwear.
Eddie leaned over to where the canister was hidden and hit the red button,
then immediatly turned his attention to Brandon, raising the boy's right
arm, he began to lick his armpit, loving the musky teenage smell and taste
of the kid's sweat. Like Willie, Brandon also had some armpit hair.
Brandon's cock was not quite as big as Willie's, but that didn't bother
Willie...he began to drool as soon as he freed it from his underwear. He
went down on the boy immediately, sucking him down to the balls, working up
and down.
"Holy fuckkk....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Brandon moaned.
Eddie had finished with the boy's armpit and was now moved his face to the
kid's handsome young face. Moving quickly, he placed his mouth over
Brandon's and forced his tongue inside. Brandon was surprised at first,
then opened his mouth fully, placing his arms around the man's neck and
kissing him deeply, grunting and moaning all the while. He couldn't believe
he hadn't tried this before now. His 13 year old buddy sucking on his crank
felt better than any blow-job he had ever had.
Eddie broke the kiss and grinned at his young lover. "Come on Willie, let's
spread him out over on the sleeping bags."
The nice warm, wet mouth left his young cock, but Brandon didn't mind much,
he was excited about what would happen next.
Willie moved toward the sleeping bags. "C'mon over here."
Brandon followed, watching as Eddie removed his pants. He lay down on the
sleeping bags, his stiff young prick pointing toward the ceiling,
throbbing.
Will reached across his friend and grabbed his arm. "No, dude....roll
over." He said as he pulled on his buddy's arm.
Brandon rolled over. He immediately felt strong hands on his ankles,
spreading him. He helped out by spreading as far as he could.
"That's it, boy...spread those sexy legs." Eddie said. "Check this out,
son."
Will joined his dad between his friend's legs.
Eddie put his hand on his son's shoulder. "Check it out....I wanna watch
you eat him."
Willie swallowed hard, his eyes not moving from Brandon's tight, pink
asshole. He couldn't believe this. Before his father had rimmed him out,
Willie would have never thought that anyone would ever touch that part of
him...he now knew from experience how it felt to have a warm, wet tongue on
his asshole. He found himself being drawn closer to his friend's tight
sphincter, fascinated.
He brought his nose in close, inhaling. His friend must have showered
before going out, he didn't smell bad, just a bit musky....nice,
really. Willie began to salivate heavily. Drool spilled from the corner of
his mouth. He didn't seem to notice.
He moved in, his warm breath caused Brandon's hole to spasm. Cool, Willie
thought as his mouth opened, drool dripped from his chin. He placed his
mouth over his friend's spasming hole and began to eat, licking in long
strokes.
"Ahhhhh...Jesus." Brandon whispered.
"Mmmmmm.....Agghhmmmmmmmmm." Willie moaned as he ate.
Brandon began to loosen up, his hole dialating. Willie slipped his tongue
inside, where the taste was slightly more bitter, but he didn't care. As
far as he was concerned he could suck his buddy's shit-hole all night
long. He felt his dad's hand on his back and his warm breath on his ear.
"That's it, son," he whispered, "eat his hole...shove your tongue in
there."
Willie pushed hard with his tongue, sliding it in as far as he could.
"Oh sweet Jesus....ohhh." Brandon whimpered as he raised his rump off the
floor, pressing his crack into his buddy's face hard.
"Oh yeah...he likes that, buddy...eat him hard."
Willie reached up and took his friend's soft butt-cheeks in his hands,
spreading him wide with his thumbs. He felt Brandon's hole spasm again and
dialate fully, opening wide. Willie shoved hard, sliding his tongue deep
inside the other boy.
"Ahhhh.....ahhhhhhhh.....aahhhhhhhh Christ yeah...." Brandon moaned,
raising his ass once again, gyrating and grinding it into his best friend's
face.
Willie went nuts, tonguing and mouthing, grunting like an animal as he
rimmed his friend, never wanting it to end.
"Yeah, buddy.." Eddie whispered to his boy, "You got 'em nice and
hot...move off to the side, son...gonna fuck 'em."
Eddie had already lubed his cock with saliva. He watched as his naked young
son moved out of the way. He moved in quickly, placing his throbbing cock
head against Brandon's willing hole.
Brandon felt his friend's mouth move away and he knew what was coming....he
would have never thought he'd do anything like this, but now he couldn't
wait. He felt Eddie's fat cock press against his sphincter and tried to
relax as much as possible.
Eddie watched as his hard flesh pole was swallowed by Brandon's tight
little 13-year old ass.
The boy felt his tight opening stretch wide, thinking that the man's fat
prick would never fit. He managed to stay relaxed and there was no pain as
he felt the rigid shaft slowly slide deep into him. Finally, he felt the
man's warm pelvis resting on his buns. He felt so completely filled up...It
was so awesome.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh....so fuckin' tight." Eddie moaned as he began to back out
slowly, bringing his dick almost all the way out, then slipping it back
into the heavenly warmth again, a bit faster this time.
After repeating this 5 or 6 times, the nerve endings in Brandon's sphincter
and deep inside him were singing in pleasure as the man's thick pole
invaded him again and again. It took less than a minute for Eddie to reach
full form, his pelvis slapping against the boy's fine young ass.
Young Brandon had found religion, moaning "ahhh God....ahhh God" as shock
waves of electric pleasure surged through his young body with each of
Eddie's pelvic thrusts.
Willie watched as his father fucked his 13-year-old buddy, his fat cock
whipping in and out. Every now and again Eddie would accidentally pull all
the way out, then quickly and rudely re-enter, continuing his hot
fuck. Willie stroked his own cock, feeling his juices boiling in his balls,
wanting release so badly. He moved up by his friend's head.
Brandon raised his head and saw that his best friend's stiff young cock was
2 inches from his face. He looked up to see his buddy grinning at him.
"Suck me." Willie said softly.
Brandon moved forward, not really sure how this worked as he had never had
a cock in his mouth before. He placed his lips on the head and stroked it
with his tongue.
"Ahhhh...." Willie sighed, "C'mon, dude....suck."
Brandon moved forward, sucking his friend's dick into his mouth.
Willie closed his eyes, his head tilted back, he raised his arms and laced
his fingers behind his neck, his muscular back arched as the silky-wet
warmth enveloped his young prick. His lithe young frame writhed in pleasure
as his buddy sucked him up and down.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....Suck it, buddy....press harder with your lips." he
instructed, "Yeaaaaahhhhhhhh, that's it....faster. Suck my fuckin'
crank.....suck.....yeahhhhhhh."
The undeniable slap-slap-slap-slap-slap sound of fucking echoed in the
small treehouse. Eddie wondered if his asshole neighbor would be able to
hear, then decided that he didn't care. (What Eddie didn't know was that
his asshole neighbor was making some noise of his own - in the garage with
the local paper boy.)
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....fuck yeah...suck it." Willie sighed, "One up your
ass and another one in your mouth...you ain't nothing but a fuckin' cock
warmer, dude."
Brandon couldn't believe this was happening to him. He was totally being
used...fucked in both ends at once. Electric tingles shot through his
crotch as Eddie's fat fuck pole hammered his hot little ass. At the same
time he couldn't get enough of his best friend's rigid tool.....he knew
Willie would shoot soon, he could't wait to eat his best friend's jiz, to
wash it around in his mouth. He thought about all the things they could do
before morning. He was sure that he would get to see Eddie fuck his own
son....that would be so fucking hot.
Then a thought crossed his mind that he would have never thought of before
tonight....the idea of being naked with his own father, down on his knees,
worshiping his man-dick with his young mouth. To be his little sex-slave,
let his old man use him in unimaginable ways. Before tonight, he couldn't
spare a split second of his life for the bastard....he then pictured his
father inviting over a few of his friends to gang-bang him....him and his
nine-year old brother.
His lust doubled once again. He removed his mouth from his friend.
"FUCK me!....aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Jesus fucking Christ....FUCK my hole!"
Cried Brandon, then sucked his buddy's stiff meat into his mouth once
again, sucking like a starving boy, slobbering it up and down.
Willie moaned as his buddy sucked him harder and faster. Eddie knew his son
wouldn't last much longer, reaching across he began to fondle and pinch the
boy's nipples.
"Ahhh yeah....shit....gonna fuckin' cum." Willie sighed as he felt his load
travel the length of his shaft.
"Uhhhh UHHHHgghhh...Ahhhhh....ahhhhh....ahhhhhhhh." The boy moaned.
Brandon felt the first volley hit the back of his throat. His mouth filled
quickly with Willie's totally delicious seed. He swallowed, only to have
his mouth filled again.
"AhhhhGod! Ahhhhhhhyeeeaaahhhhh......." Willie cried as his cock continued
to burp fresh boy-cream. Every muscle in his body was taunt, his muscular
young back arched hard as the last few shots were swallowed down hungrily
by his friend.
Then his vision doubled.
"Shit." he whispered with a look of confusion on his face.
He looked at his father, who was still fucking his buddy's ass. His vision
blurred, then he knew no more.
Eddie caught his son as he collapsed forward, his strong arms moved him off
to the side. He reluctantly pulled his cock free of Brandon and gently lay
his son on his back.
Brandon raised his head. "Why'd ya stop? What's wrong?" he asked.
Eddie noticed that the boy's chest was rising and falling and that he also
had the trace of a smile still on his pouty young lips. The orgasm had just
been too much for him and he had passed out....he also wondered if it was a
side effect of the gas. He lay his head on his boy's chest. His heart rate
was elevated, but steady as a rock.
"He's out like a light...but he's ok." Eddie said, moving between Brandon's
sweet legs once again.
He aimed his cock and quickly re-entered, grasping young Brandon's hips
hard, hammering his stiff rod into the boy. A few minutes later, he pulled
out.
Grasping the boy, he made to turn him over. "Flip over, you little fuck."
Eddie grunted, "Yeah, that's it, get your fucking legs in the air....God
damn, you are a hot little fucker, you know that kid?""
Eddie grabbed the boy's ankles and moved in, spearing him as neat as you
please. He began to buck once again, occasionally stopping to grind his
hips hard, reaming the kid's hole.
Brandon's head whipped back and forth as jolts of pleasure rocked his
muscular young frame. He couldn't take any more, he had to have
release. Grasping his prick, he began to jack, feeling the pleasure build
with each passing second as the man's rock-hard meat-stick drilled his
boy-hole tirelessly.
"Yeah, that's it, boy," Eddie panted, "Let's see you shoot that load."
"UhhhhGod....Uhhhhh!! ....Ahhhh God,
yeah....Uhhh..uhhh...uhhhh.uhhhh.....UHHHGGGHH!!!!" Brandon grunted as
ropes of thick white sperm flew from his cock, laying the first two lines
on his handsome young face.
He looked up at Eddie, who was still pounding away....his face was getting
fuzzy, as if someone was fucking with the focus at the theater. He thought
of yelling "Focus!", then giggled a bit.....now someone was also dimming
the lights.
Eddie watched Brandon cum...it was the hottest thing he had ever seen in
his life, then continued to watch as the boy's eyes rolled up to whites,
his young back still arched, then relaxed as the kid passed out cold. He
wondered if he'd pass out when he came...he figured he probably would...he
also knew that he didn't care.
He continued to fuck, his mind and body charged with animal lust as he bent
his head down to lick the still-warm boycream off Brandon's sweet face.
Delicious.
He looked over at his sweet young son, lying naked on his back. The boy's
prick was still hard and throbing as his young chest gently rose and
fell. He could see sperm still leaking from the slit, slowly running down
his stiff boy-meat....that was all it took to send Eddie over the top.
It was like his entire body was charged with a sort of
pleasure-electricity. Shock waves jolted his body as hot cum shot from his
prick. He cried out as he came. His hips felt as though they were on
auto-pilot, slamming into the boy hard, relentlessly pounding. It was as if
he could feel each shot travel the length his cock and spurt into the kid's
hot little ass. When he finally managed to pull out, he was able to move
off to the side before the waves of dizziness hit him.
He looked over at the two naked young boys at his side, both with looks of
complete contentment on their young faces. They began to fade, slowly
disappearing.
He blacked out as his son had, smiling.
*****
Hi all!
As I have said before, this story has not been very popular. I have gotten
tons of email in reference to the stories I have written in the incest
section, but this one has not generated much of a response. There should be
a chapter six to this - I left Timmy and Roy by the pool getting all hot
and bothered, plus I am not completely finished with the idea of Eddie,
Willie and Brandon. Since this story has not been popular, I'm really not
sure if I will finish it. If I receive enough emails, I will make an
attempt. Thanks to all that have emailed!
Stay hard!
'gasm